socalfunplaces Chapter 200
Chapter 200
"Da Da Da——"
The Snowy Ice Wolf rushed out of the Soul Beast Oasis with its master, as if it was having fun.
"Pa!"
Luo Fanchen slapped its bald head.
"Tell me! Do you miss your mares?"
"Ahhh!!"
The Snowy Ice Wolf howled in grievance, as if swearing that it didn't.
Luo Fanchen didn't want to listen to its cunning howl at all.
He was not as excited as this guy when Ye Youling gave him such an ambiguous note before leaving.
There are less than three days left before the agreed deadline.
Go back quickly and you will have a chance to have sex.
He slapped the Snowy Ice Wolf and urged: "Hurry up!"
Su Wanniang did not leave, but followed in secret.
Her charming eyes flashed with pride.
"Boy, you want to leave me behind?"
"Dream on!"
"When I was plotting against you, you were still breastfeeding."
Her whole body was flashing with pink soul power, and her fiery body shrank, turning into a six-tailed fox with snow-white fur, floating in the air.
She shook her white hair, and the five fox tails behind her butt disappeared. At the same time, her body shrank, turning into a pocket-sized white fox.
Broken the void, the only way to return to Luo Fanchen.
At the same time,
In the hot southern part of the Soul Martial Continent,
A middle-aged figure quietly passed over the vast territory of the Phoenix Empire.
He came to a mountain.
In the endless mountains, a magnificent peak pierced the sky.
It was like a spear piercing the sky.
On this peak, a magnificent sect stood majestically.
The middle-aged man stood in front of the mountain gate.
A huge stone tablet rose from the ground, with three large characters engraved on it.
"Shenxiao Sect."
The handwriting was sharp, as if there was purple lightning surging, and the shadows of guns were heavy.
"Alas..."
The middle-aged man sighed, his eyes full of complex emotions.
As if hiding an unspeakable bitter past.
"Every time I come here, I am expelled. This time, it depends on you, brother Luo Fanchen."
"Please bless me once. I will help you marry a wife, and you help me change my wife back."
The middle-aged man was the King of Yan, one of the nine vassal kings of the Eastern Canglong Empire.
Even though he was powerful and a ninth-level strongman, he did not dare to enter this sect without permission.
Because this is the world's number one spear sect, with the world's strongest spear martial soul:
Purple Lightning Shenxiao Spear.
When the martial soul is cultivated to perfection, it is as if the Nine Heavens Thunder has descended to the world.
The seven inherited spear skills are even faster than thunder.
He once made a great name for himself, causing the world to be afraid and in awe.
The King of Yan, who had always been elegant and calm, showed anxiety and said loudly:
"Canglong Empire, King Yan comes to pay respects to the mountain!"
No one paid attention to him at the mountain gate.
King Yan seemed to have expected this situation and continued to shout:
"King Yan comes to pay respects to the mountain!"
After repeating the shout several times, an old curse came from the mountain gate.
"Why are you here again!"
"Are you annoying?"
"Get out!!"
"In my Shenxiao Sect, dogs and King Yan are not allowed to enter."
King Yan was not angry, and his eyes even revealed a kind of nostalgic pain and sadness.
"From the sound, you are the Fourth Master, right?"
"I am our son-in-law after all, please let me in."
"For Rong'er's sake..."
The old voice suddenly became excited:
"How dare you mention Qiu Rong?"
"What son-in-law? You son-in-law, get out of here!"
"She will never see you again."
King Yan pleaded, "I have come here nine hundred and ninety-nine times in the past six years."
"Will you not give me a favor?"
The old man sneered, "I will give you a favor."
"Bring the head of that damned Canglong Emperor to see me, and my Shenxiao Sect will open its gates to welcome my son-in-law home."
King Yan said in embarrassment, "That is my flesh and blood, my beloved father!"
"Then get out! Qiu Rong will not see you."
King Yan immediately stood up He stood up straight and said seriously, "I can think about this matter."
"Let's talk about it after we get the head."
King Yan smiled bitterly and said, "You know how powerful my damn father is?"
"I want to kill the thief, but I can't do it."
"In fact, I didn't come here to see Qiu Rong this time, but to introduce you to the strongest genius on the continent."
"He can help us kill the Canglong Emperor."
The old man sneered, full of distrust:
"You're talking nonsense!"
"What strongest genius? Do you think this is a place to collect junk?"
"My Shenxiao Sect doesn't want it."
King Yan was anxious: "Listen to me, my little brother's talent is definitely the best I've ever seen in my life. If I can please him, he will be enough to lead the Shenxiao Sect to prosperity!"
The old man sneered.
"I think you are really confused."
"Why does my Shenxiao Sect need others to lead us?"Leader, Xiruo alone will be able to reach the top of the gun god in the future, enough to compete with the strongest genius in the world. "
King Yan argued: "I admit that my niece Xiruo is very strong, but my little brother is much more talented than Xiruo."
The old man was silent for a moment.
Just when King Yan's face gradually showed joy, a violent curse came.
"Get lost!"
"You are bragging about your father!"
"Do you really think I am easy to fool?"
"If there is such a genius in the world who can far surpass Xiruo, I will call you dad."
"It's nothing more than finding a random reason to harass Qiu Rong."
King Yan's expression was awkward. There are five elders in the Yang family of Shenxiao Sect.
This Fourth Master Yang has the most violent temper.
The words are vulgar,
Everyday he always says: "Sincerely that mother is not happy!"
"Your mother is looking for death! ! "
And his niece Yang Xiruo, at a young age, was praised as the future female gun god of the continent, and was deeply loved and valued by the elders of the sect.
So when it was mentioned that someone could surpass Xiruo, the elder was the first to disbelieve and fell into a rage.
"Fourth Master, goodbye!"
The King of Goose bowed and turned to leave.
After walking a few steps away, his eyes condensed and he turned around suddenly.
Raised his hand to tear the void and force his way into the Shenxiao Sect.
"You are so brave!"
Accompanied by a loud shout,
A killing spear with purple lightning and thunder patterns pierced through the sky and blasted towards the King of Goose.
The sky was rolling with waves and the power was terrifying.
"Ang..."
A gray dragon with wings spread out from the King of Goose's head.
Variant martial soul: the ancient goose dragon.
A full nine soul rings, two yellow, three purple, and four black.
"Boom!"
"Eighth soul skill: the return of the geese as if they had been seen before. "
The figure of the King of Wild Goose split into eighteen virtual images of wild goose dragons, and flew into the Shenxiao Sect despite the attack of the spear.
It flew over the pavilions and towers and landed at the sect's martial arts arena.
The martial arts arena was very lively at this time.
A group of young men and women in the sect were competing in spearmanship.
"Bang!"
On the martial arts arena, a young man with a majestic appearance shot his opponent away with a spear. The four soul rings under his feet were shining, and his expression was arrogant.
"Who else!"
The young men and women in the audience talked about it:
"The young sect master Jinghong is too strong. He has cultivated to the forty-seventh level at the age of nineteen."
"Yes, how many people from all parties can do that?"
"There is also reason to be proud."
"Ahem. "
Just then, a delicate woman coughed.
All the men and women in the audience were shocked, including the young man Yang Jinghong who was showing off in front of people on the stage. They all looked over immediately.
A young woman came over, her gait was weak and frail.
She was wearing a moon-white cloak, and her beautiful face was sickly pale.
After a light cough, she took the silver handkerchief in her hand away from her bloodless lips, and it was stained with a charming red.
It was like a cuckoo crying blood, shocking.
But even such a weak woman who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, few people dared to look at her.
All the young men and women subconsciously breathed carefully.
It seemed that they were afraid of disturbing the beauty.
The fanatical look in his eyes was mixed with respect and admiration.
The young master of the sect who was mighty and domineering on the stage before showed a flattering face.
"Sister Xiruo~"
"We are just a small fight, why are you here. "